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Sorry, I meant to post this in January! Late to rise and early to set, in November the Winter sun marked the drawing in of shorter days. Yet for all that, when he defeats the grey mists, heavy cloud or general Winter … Continue reading →

For as long as we have existed we have understood water to be a powerful and mystical element, and shorelines, islands, and river crossings places of great significance. Fords would have been the first way in which we crossed rivers … Continue reading →

Standing in the mist which, as it so often does here in the fells, had come down suddenly and unexpectedly, I feel as if I were in a game of blind-man’s-bluff, and with an inner chill far worse than the … Continue reading →

November ushers us into the ante-room of Winter with quiet, grey days when growing things slow down and gently slide into sleep; and as the month progresses many of us wish we could also sleep and not wake until the … Continue reading →

Many benches have had a place in my life and many and various were the views from them. The very first was in the centre of York, just behind the Minster, where our house in St Saviour Gate had a … Continue reading →

I was sorting out a box of old photos the other day and came across this one of Jemima, Rebecca and myself, when we were at Drigg, long long ago. I sat and gazed at it for almost an hour … Continue reading →